I recently acquired some Marilyn Monroe trading cards. They’re nice and all, she was a beautiful lady. Still… Can she build a chicken coop? Can she expand your bedroom? The Monroe Brothers certainly had their merits, ask anyone in Hootersville.
Eileen had to reach over and push the ONE BUTTON that Larry was supposed to keep an eye on, instead of reading Field & Stream, or Penthouse Letters, or whatever he is so engrossed in. I saw this on Pinterest and the look on Eileen’s face just kills me. Meanwhile, those nerds in the back […]
It’s 1935- The depression is barely over, not over for a lot of people, yet this yarn wench chooses to slack off her work, and get cigarette stench all over the product. I guess it’s human nature to take advantage of the boss, she’s probably only making like a dollar per cardigan or whatever.
I was surprised to find that the “Archie fan club” existed as late as 1989 (Maybe it still does?) A few years ago someone was bored at work (me) and piped up, “BETTY or VERONICA?” and Brad EMPHATICALLY said “BETTY!! No Contest!!” some of the guys didn’t care so much (Maybe they liked Miss Grundy?) […]
Here’s an old textbook from a yard sale. It’s sort of reassuring that previous generations also knew how to annoy the librarians. I think all the entries after Nyla Sperlick and before Tom Ranken are the same kid, a kid who lived in a house with a television I presume… He checked out the book […]
It always amazes me what people will eat or drink. Remember when some idiots watching YouTube were eating TIDE PODS? Anyway… I don’t care how new and improved it is, drinking dishwashing liquid is a bad idea.
Had to get this matchbook at a street sale, after embarrassing myself by letting a lecherous HEHEHEHE laugh escape while reading the comic. Very curious about this GEM razor with “guiding eye”… Not sure I want it watching me shave though.
I almost bought this anniversary card for Teresa (The selection was limited at Target) but upon further rumination, I suspect that this popsicle card would cause her to say, “What are you trying to say? Are you trying to say I have a stick up my ass???”
I was rooting around for something and found these old paystubs, and an electric bill, from 1943. Looks like they took out about 14% for taxes; I thought taxes were lower back then… Maybe making a whole $1.07 an hour bumped you into a higher bracket? Doesn’t sound like a lot, but his electric bill […]
I think the lady has been sampling the “Barrel of Fun” assortment.